Escape His World (H.S 1D)

Chapter 2: I'm Dead

Louis' POV
I couldn't handle it. I get it, her dad died, it really is devastating, but it's been 1 month and she needs to make a rebound! Do something! That twinkle in her eye is gone. more than anything, the fact that Angela thinks she is alone scares her more than her dad's death.

She has moved in with me for now but she is almost never here anyway. She spends most of her time doing paper work with that stupid lawyer then sleep or eat. She is trying to sell the house, and with it, her memories and childhood. I care about her more than anything, but watching her wither away like dust makes me want to punch someone, anyone, because right now, I need someone to blame, someone to punish for taking my Angela from me, for taking the life from her. My Angela is gone, she is just an empty shell, and I can't be with her, watch her, or see her pictures, if she has lost the will to live. I found stacks and stacks of books where the main character dies in her room. She has become suicidal. So it's decided, after Angela recovers from her loss, I think it is time we start seeing other people....

Angela's POV

I'm dead. I already know I am. I'm scared. There was no denying it. 

Im tired. 

Sleep won't come. 

I'm lonely. 

Nobody can help me. 

These are the thoughts that run through me everyday. They sprint into my thoughts and run me over, hitting me in a fresh spot everyday, injuring every part of me. Actually, admitting to these things keeps me sane. At least I know a few things about myself right? I've also admitted that I have recovered from my father's death, its the depression that has truly set in. The deep depression that I drowned myself in. I was the one that hurt myself like this. Maybe not physically, but certainly emotionally. I had mentally injured who I was. I was surrounded by darkness, and I was still too weak to try and find the light.

Nobody knows this, because I am still acting secluded and short tempered. I've drowned myself in suicidal novels to keep me busy when I'm not talking with that lawyer, what's his name? Harry. I've grown to like him actually. He was so understanding when I met him for real. He was telling me he wasn't even a lawyer at all. At least, he didn't want to be. His dad owns the law firm he works for apparently and he doesn't want to let his dad down. He mentioned that his true passion was singing or something. His quiet, understanding nature and deadly good looks were what drew me to him in a...... Not just a friendly way. I love Louis, I really do, but lately, when I see him, all I see is sadness and frustration in his eyes. He shies away from me when I need him most. 

After my dad died, he just set me up in a room in his house, hugged me for a while, and left. That was about the extant of consoling. I'm thinking that after this event is over, the paperwork and emotions as well, I might need to end things. There needs to be a rock in this relationship, I need someone tough on the outside, but once you get to know him, is soothing and comforting. I can't be with him, look at him, without seeing that pain in his eyes. I can't be in something that continuously reminds me of what-who- I was and brings back a fresh memory of my dad. 

The thought of him still stings, it just doesn't set off a catastrophic chain reaction on the outside. Just on the inside...which was almost more destructive to me. 

It was still like a knife stabbing me, but nobody could see the blood seeping out of me, so nobody could be bandage me. 

This was the life I was living. This was my identity. The girl who lost her Dad and was too weak to recover. Thats me. Angela Tamzes. Its great being me *sarcasm intended*.  

A/N HEY GUYS! Please remember to comment! I actually am kinda excited about this. I've never written a story like this before so yeah! If you like the chapter, please vote and tell me what you think!